Chapter 5: Secret Magic Class and Sword Dad

Chapter 5: Secret Magic Class and Sword Dad

After getting caught training magic somehow Ruthar's condition had ended up with him being in his Aunt's bedroom.

It was dark, gloomy and better than any room he had been to in his entire life. Not to forget the clothes she wore in the chambers.

Her robes that exposed her large boobs and her sexy figure. At usual days she would show up wearing body armour or any dress that barely showed her body. But today Ruthar got to see her sexy curves.

'Man did she call me here to get a good look at her.... No concentrate Ruthar... I was a virgin in my old life, that doesn't mean I should think this absurd.'

Kimara sent out a very worried sigh from her nostrils, "I heard you created your magic core? From a maid? Is that true?"

Ruthar placed his hand on his chest and formed a stupid face looking back to see if he was the one she was talking to, simply he feigned it.

"I did no such."

'I am such a bad liar...'

Kimara shook her head and sat upright from where she lyed giving Ruthar a much devious look at her breasts.

'Damn... Fck self control! Look at those big boobs!'

"I will give you all the information and some promises that you'll need Aunt Kimara but in one condition."

Kimara furrowed her eyes in shock of how Ruthar spoke to her, it was very absurd and new to her. Well after concluding he was a young scholar she was able to move from that shock.

"Speak Ruthar."

A malevolent grin appeared on Ruthar's face as he heard her reply. He quickly jumps to speak, "yes I learnt how to create my magic core, because I want to take my rightful place in my legitimately parent's castle."

"Are you saying you want a shot at becoming king?" Kimara asked mockingly still left confused.

Ruthar nodded, he wasn't supposed to be saying things like this out. But he needed an ally.

If Kimara was clear with his goals she would be able to give him the intensive training needed to surpass his sister and others before him.

But to push that button on Kimara he needed to go deeper into her history.

"Hehehehe! I promise to protect your daughter with my life and your husband from..."

Cutting Ruthar's statement short came a dagger suddenly whizzed past him, embedding itself into the wardrobe—a clear message from Kimara. Her face was unreadable, dangerously calm.

"You're threatening to expose my secrets, to manipulate your way back to the main family?" she accused, misunderstanding his intentions.

"No, no," Ruthar hurriedly explained, trying to backpedal. "I mean to say, I'll protect your daughter and your interests... if you train me."

'I never knew this was what the author described in the novel as brutality and clean death, Baka! Baka! I almost lost my life again.'

Ruthar gulped scanning through Kimara's clean expression. She did not look a bit provoked or pitiful, just a blank killer's expression.

Her expression remained icy as she processed his words. Ruthar took a deep breath and approached her, his previous fears momentarily forgotten in his determination to secure her alliance.

One false move would genuinely cost him his life. That was more than a reason to be walking the other way but Ruthar was persistent.

"I don't just need a tutor; I need you," he declared boldly. "And your husband is already teaching me swordsmanship, which is excellent."

Her expression still remained blank as she only waited for his ranting to continue further.

Maybe she knew she could just as easily kill him where he stood if he went out of line, that's why she kept silent.

'Man she's so nasty but.'

Summoning all courage he could, Ruthar took his last step to the bed and stared one feet from Kimara's face, her breath was warm but her face was filled with lust:

Probably bloodlust.

'Fck dying a virgin and being scared of women throughout my previous life.'

Summoning all his courage he streched he tiny child's hand and placed it on Kimara's breast groping it tightly.

Oh she did not react.

Ruthar's malevolent grin increased.

"I know about Gandara. She's your daughter," he revealed, playing his trump card. In the castle, Gandara was merely known as a servant, her true lineage a secret to all but a few. Even Gandara was left clueless to this mystery, probably thinking she was an orpahn.

What pity.

She first opened her mouth to reply but was bereft of words so she withdrew leaving Ruthar in utter silence and anxiety.

'Che! While she's doing that let me keep feeling this soft pillows to...'

Disrupting Ruthar's thoughts Kimara planted a punch on his face sending him flying and crashing back first to the ground.

'Damn! This bitch...'

Quickly he lost conciousness and was left to the hands of Kimara. Who knew what she had in store for him?

***

Ruthar's eyes popped wide open in shock as he regained consciousness. With his eyes he scanned through his surroundings to enquire his new situation.

He was on the soft cushion of Kimara's bed, she wasn't there, what a bummer.

Somehow Ruthar couldn't hold his perverted fantasies. 'Man, at least I am alive.'

He sat upright and got a better view of himself, his head was banging a lot from the punch. And if he wasn't mistakened he sat before an ancient tome.

His mind instantly interpreted...

'This must be Aunt Kimara's diary... How juicy.'

"That's a special Magic tome I personally recommend, I want you to study the first three chapters very carefully."

Apparently Kimara was already dressed in her duty uniform and about to go off, breaking the news of this not being her diary to Ruthar.

'Does that mean I got what I want? Am I really going to be trained magic by this badass?'

Kimara held the cold knob of the door and opened it ready to set out, "When I'm back, I'll teach you magic."

With that he stepped out and shut the door after her.

Ruthar pouted his cheeks as he analyzed the humongous book. The reason he picked Kimara as his magic trainer was because she possessed one of the strongest form of magic in the kingdom, the novel never mentioned a thing about her training pertaining to reading the father of all books.

Yes Ruthar declared this book as the supreme father of all books.

'Surpassing my sister is turning out to be hell.'

But Ruthar remained determined reminding himself if he failed to surpass her, would never be able to enjoy the perks of his reincarnation.

'For now I have to put everything aside and Set my sights on becoming the greatest Excorcist.'